On a visit to the Latvian capital of Riga in May 2008 we had an educational ride in a taxi on the 4th.
Kim made the first approach to the driver and asked if he could take some of us back to the city from an out of town restaurant and to our surprise he indicated that he could take all five of us in his Renault Megane. This was a vehicle that was clearly unsuitable for accommodating five passengers and probably not licensed to do so either! Kim doubted this and just for clarification enquired a second time and clearly running short on patience he gave her his “why can’t this stupid woman understand look”, and immediately increased his carrying capacity to an absurdly optimistic eight! Kim looked even more startled by this and even examined the interior of the car for concealed seats by sticking her head through the open window. He responded by raising his eyeballs so far into the top of his head that if he’d had laser vision he would have fried his brains. This was our cue to accept the five in a taxi invitation and we piled in.
Then the fun really started! He immediately quizzed us about our national origins:
“Where are you from?” He enquired
“England” said Micky
This is a standard opening conversation with a European taxi driver that frequent travellers will be familiar with; the only place they really know in England is the capital, and sometimes Manchester, so they always make reference to it.
“No, Lincolnshire” Micky informed him without managing to raise a flicker of recognition and immediately closing this topic of conversation.
“Do you know Tony Blair?”
“Well, not personally, no”
The scary driver went on to explain how from his personal perspective life was desperately unfair in Latvia. From his explanation of conditions we discovered that he was a Russian living in Riga and by his own self-assessment suffering all sorts of discrimination (which is hardly surprising really when they (the Russians) had spent forty years or so kicking holy shit out of the place!) His solution to the problem was the advocacy of a red revolution and I for one thought it sensible not to disagree too robustly. He spoke with a thick Russian accent and had the unfortunate habit of preceding each statement with an unpleasant phlegmy hack that was half cough and half retch and definitely only half human.
“Times are hard, it is very expensive to live in Riga”
“No way” said Micky “This place is very reasonable!”
This led to a few seconds of choking laughter and uncontrollable hacking by the driver and after a few more cost of living exchanges Micky did eventually concede that life was getting a bit tougher in the west;
“Yes,” he said “I have to agree, things are getting harder in England too, look at us, we used to have two wives each but now we can only afford one and a third to share between us!”
Actually Russians have had a bit of a hard time since independence because when Latvia broke free in 1991, it granted automatic citizenship to those who had lived in the first independent Latvian state, between 1918 and 1940, but not to those who immigrated here after the war, when Latvia was occupied by the Soviet Union.
Under Soviet rule during the Stalin years thousands were arrested and sent to Siberian labour camps, or executed. Later, hundreds of thousands of Russians, Belarussians and Ukrainians flooded into the republic under a deliberate policy of Russification. The Latvian language was squeezed out of official use. Latvians were resentful citizens of the USSR and by 1991 they comprised only half of the population of their own country, while in Riga only a third were Latvian.
Today Latvia is determined to revive the national identity. It says that its policy towards Russians who immigrated there during the Soviet period is aimed not at punishing them for the ‘crimes’ of the Soviet regime but at ensuring that they learn Latvian and integrate fully into society. In order to naturalise, Russians must take a test in Latvian, and pass an exam about Latvian history in which they must ‘correctly’ answer that the country was occupied and colonised, not liberated, by the Soviet Union in 1945.
Don’t you love the way history is endlessly rewritten? You do go to the most non-touristy places btw!
When we first went in 2005 it was shortly after Ryanair first started flying there and it wasn’t very touristy at all but by the last visit in 2008 it had been discovered by the stag and hen parties and that spoilt it a bit!
Well, it is great to see that some people, besides latvians, have overall comprehension of the history of ex-Soviet countries and understand that what russians have (and will be) been trying to pass as a “liberation” of Latvia for decades, was in fact occupation of the country.
I am half russian and half latvian myself, so I don’t have anything against either side, but I do not support russian side trying to misrepresent the complex (and often painful for latvians) history of my country.
It also makes me sad, that my country is known by the tourists ar a “land of bad and greedy taxi drivers” (which is also true) :). Better luck next time :)!
Thanks for the comment. Latvia is a wonderful country and I enjoyed visiting 4 times. Taxi drivers are the same everywhere so they make no difference to my opinion of Riga!